Danger Monkey, age 11, buckling seat belt: “Do we have to take your car?”
Me: “What’s wrong with my car?”
DM: “It’s just really messy back here.”
Me: “And why is that?”
DM: “Well, you’re not as strict as Mom on leaving things in the car, so really it’s your fault.”
(long pause)
Me: “Soooo… I haven’t even put the car into gear yet… and you’re complaining that your area is messy… because I don’t make you clean up your mess.”
DM: “Yes, exactly.”
(long pause)
Me: “Alright, then unbuckle your seat belt.”
DM: “Yes! We’re taking Mom’s car!”
Me: “Uh… no. You’re cleaning up your mess.”
DM: “Aw, man.”
Me: “How did you think this was going to end any other way?”